Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Fear,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.